Living on Love

I own none of the characters, just the ideas.

Piper rolled her eyes as her boyfriend Larry shut her front door and locked it behind him. Sitting up, she rubbed her eyes, she had been faking still being asleep the entire time he got ready for work until he left to avoid talking to him. Don't get her wrong she liked Larry and all, but if she had to argue with him one more time about moving in together she was really going to lose her shit. It was starting to seem like he really wasn't getting the hint. If she were interested in all in getting a place together, after two years she would have done it by now. Getting up she started to make her way to the kitchen for some coffee, rolling her eyes once more when she realized he had left his overnight bag in the living room. He really didn't get it, and she was positive by now he was constantly leaving things so he had a reason to come back over if she didn't want to make plans. And once he came over, it was impossible to get him to leave. Two years, is this really my life? Piper sighed, and turned the coffee pot on.

Her phone ringing snapped her out of her thoughts. When did her phone get to the kitchen?

"Ugh, Larry!" she exclaimed.

He had begun a recent habit (or just getting caught, she wondered) of going through her phone, or using it as he pleased. It bothered her, as she constantly told him. It wasn't that she was hiding anything, she wasn't. It was just such an unnecessary invasion of privacy. Looking at the caller ID and seeing her friend Nicky's wild hair and smile brightened her mood.

"Hey Nick, what's up?" she answered.

"Ummmm, Pipes I need a huge favor." Nicky began, Piper smiled in spite of herself, Nicky was a hot mess, but she was easily one of her favorite people, and one of her best friends.

"No problem girl, what do you need?"

That's how about twenty minutes later Piper found herself at work on her day off. Her and Nicky were bartenders at a little bar called Litch. Being as it was Piper's day off, Nicky was supposed to open up. It seems she had met an Italian girl while out last night and wasn't going to be on time. Piper's phone buzzed again in her pocket.

Nicky: Thanks again Pipes, forgot to tell you, there's a new chef starting today, show her around? See you in an hour.

Piper got to work quickly setting up the bar. She was standing on a chair writing her signature margarita on the specials board when she first heard her speak.

"It's a little cold out for margaritas, don't you think?"

The voice was unfamiliar to her. And it was raspy, husky and just sounded like sex. She whipped her head around to put a face to the woman's voice and almost fell off her chair.

"Whoa, kid be careful."

The woman laughed and offered her hand to help her off the chair. Piper still hadn't found her words. Standing in front of her was the new chef, and boy was she gorgeous. She was tall, perfect black eyeliner was hid behind secretary glasses, her dark hair was pulled into a bun, she had on black pants and a black tank top that hugged her everywhere just perfectly. A chef coat was hanging over her shoulder, and the smirk on her face. Damn that smirk, Piper knew instantly she was in trouble. She knew she had been caught staring as the smirk on Alex's face grew. She blushed slightly but wasn't going to just let this stranger watch her squirm.

"I'm Piper." She said with fake confidence as she hopped down to shake her hand. "Alex." The woman said giving her hand a squeeze. Alex winked at her and dropped her hand.

"Care to show me around?"